Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Television,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.